“Most queer folk reproduce asexually,” she nods, raising a hand, “But trans people come from…ehh, ehh?”

“…Eggs?”

“Exactly!” she cheers, “You remember! But for every trans girl out there living her feminine fish fantasy, there’s two more stuck in their shell…maybe at the gym!”

Riley begins doodling a beard and continues her lesson, now with a surly voice. “Look at him,” she gruffs, ”Grrr — He’s pumping iron!”

Riley prods where there used to be some muscle on my arm. “Ohh, but wait, this ‘lil egg shaves his legs ‘cause it makes swimming so much easier.”

“Uhh huh.”

“…But he guards his man-bun like he’s Samson.”